I have never been more offended than when my SAT tutor told me I didn’t look any different— the day after I got my wisdom teeth out. I was with my friend Annabelle, driving to pick up some three hundred word vocabulary list, and when he saw me, he said he couldn’t tell the difference.
Lucky for you, I documented every step of my wisdom teeth removal, so you can see for yourself whether this is valid or not. I actually verge on both terrifying and adorable in these pictures, depending on whether you’re into the whole chipmunk thing.
(Side note: When my wisdom teeth were being removed, i.e. in the MIDDLE of surgery, in the MIDDLE of my teeth being yanked out of my mouth, I told my doctor that he was hot. To be fair, he was very attractive— think, body of Gaston, mind of an Oral Surgeon, but…not normal.)